Chapter Eighty-Three

  This is Fang Yeyang's third year as a journalist.

  He concealed himself behind a flowerbed, and the long lens extended stealthily from behind the neatly trimmed trees, accurately aiming at the rear door of the Raffles Hotel.

  This is adjacent to Xin Fire TV, and it is the cooperative hotel for receiving artists from Xin Fire TV. At the same time, the activity center of this China Star Sound Generation students is also located here.

  Xiao Susu, the only female contestant in the Star Voice season 4 competition, was unfortunately eliminated. During the farewell ceremony, Xiao Susu was tearfully hugging Luo Fei and handed over her own star badge to him, hoping that he could continue to pursue her dreams. The audience had long known about Luo Fei's close relationship with Qi Yichen, but they didn't know when these two young people had developed such a deep bond.

  Fang Yeyang's experience of over three years told him that there must be something between these two people.

  But what was unexpected was that such a good scandal did not stir up. Instead, it was replaced by various predictions for the annual championship, as well as another blockbuster news released by Xinhuo Weishi.

  Who cares about predictions? Fang Yeyang opened his computer and saw that all major websites were saying that Luo Fei would win the championship, which made him curse in his heart.

  At this rate, is there still a need for predictions? Why not just skip the finals and directly prepare the report of Luoyi winning the championship.

  As for the other gimmick thrown out by Star Fire TV - the final will invite a mysterious judge as the fifth judge, with the highest power to send someone directly to the next round - Fang Yueyang just glanced at it briefly and threw it aside.

  Which game doesn't rack its brains to come up with something memorable and surprising at the end, it's all old news, not interesting.

  Unfortunately, he thought he could be exclusive and interesting report - Luo Fei and Xiao Susu secretly dated for a month - was rejected by the editor-in-chief.

  "With just these few fuzzy photos, you think you can get an exclusive?" The chief editor was a bald-headed man with a big belly, who relied on his connections with the publisher to secure his position as the chief editor of this third-rate newspaper. He called Fang Yeyang into his office and directly threw the printed manuscript at his face, "Get out, go do a special issue predicting who the mysterious judge is!"

  Fang Yeyang clenched her fists tightly in the scattered manuscripts, and after returning to her position, she didn't even sit down, holding her camera and arriving at Raffles Hotel.

  Yes, even though he clearly knew in his heart that Luo Fei and Xiao Su were together, he had taken intimate photos of Luo Fei and Xiao Su before, but due to the distance being too far and their faces not being clear enough, the editor-in-chief was hesitant to pass them.

  Fang Yeyang sniffled, the grass clippings making his nose uncomfortable.

  He can see the scandal, other media must also be able to see it. But he doesn't understand why, in the face of such shocking news, all the media are collectively silent, and instead focus on many irrelevant aspects.

  Is it because of fear of pressure from Yige Company and Xinhuo Weishi?

  Never mind, he is not afraid.

  He graduated from a vocational school and relied on his excellent writing skills, honed by reading extensively in Chinese and foreign languages, and his passion for uncovering the truth to get into this third-rate magazine. He thought he could finally showcase his talents, but instead, he kept hitting a brick wall, being transferred from the social news department to the sports news department, and eventually ending up in the entertainment section, becoming one of the two entertainment reporters at the tabloid.

  Another entertainment reporter is over 50 years old and just waits for retirement.

  He was at a loss, his drafts were of high quality, with unique perspectives and angles, often discovering bright spots that even major newspapers couldn't find, yet he was still being kicked around like a football.

  One day, chatting with a colleague over fifty years old, the colleague was cracking melon seeds while telling him in a tone full of life experience: You, your education level is too low.

  Fang Yeyang's family was poor, and he studied at a self-built school in the village since childhood. It wasn't until vocational school that he had the opportunity to leave the small mountain village and attend vocational school in the city. Although the vocational school was filled with fighting and was useless, Fang Yeyang surprisingly found solace in the library that the school had hastily set up for a teaching committee inspection.

  He almost read all the books in the library during his three years in vocational school. After graduation, he resolutely went north alone and decided to make a career in the media industry.

  So what if I have a low educational background? When I first joined the company, I was able to outperform countless undergraduate and graduate students. Today, I can definitely make achievements in my position as an entertainment reporter!

  Fang Yuyang adjusted the lens in his hand, and suddenly, the light on top of his head was blocked.

  He thought it was just a passerby and waited patiently, but the person next to him seemed to have taken a keen interest in him and stood still, not leaving.

  Fang Yeyang has been in a bad mood these past few days, with his camera slung over his shoulder. Without even lifting his head, he bellowed at someone, "What are you staring at? Haven't you ever seen the FBI solve a case?"

  He let out a loud guffaw.

  "If I'm not mistaken, you're a reporter for the Lai Dao Daily. What made you transfer to the FBI?"

  Fang Yeyang finally saw clearly who was standing in front of him.

  Li Jin, Luo Fei's agent, he doesn't talk much, but always stands by Luo Fei's side like a wall, tactfully blocking all media inquiries when Luo Fei doesn't want to answer questions.

  Everyone in the circle says that when Ke Yuan protected Shu Mu back then, it was nothing more than this.

  Fang Yeyang pursed her lips and quietly put away the camera, standing up: "Li Jing, what brings you here?"

  "Fang Yeyang, is that right?" Li Jin handed over a business card. "I'm Li Jin. If I'm not mistaken, those few long Weibo posts from Ba Xiaopu were ghostwritten by you, weren't they?"

  Fang Yeyang's hand paused for a moment as he took the business card, and then he nodded casually.

  When Ba Xiao Pu was caught, he was nervous for a while. The salary of Yu Ji was not high, and Fang Yueyang's hometown happened to be building a house at that time, so the economy was very tight during that period, to the point where he had to work as a ghostwriter for some Weibo big V accounts to make extra money. When Ba Xiao Pu was caught, he was afraid of being implicated, but after being nervous for three whole days, he finally figured it out.

  Come out and mix, don't be afraid of this or that. If the sky falls, I'll hold it up myself. If it doesn't fall, I still have to mix.

  I didn't expect it, I thought I had escaped, but I was still found at home.

  "What do you want?" He raised an eyebrow and put on a very nonchalant expression.

  Li Jin just smiled: "Your few blog posts are well written, piercing to the heart, every word is sharp and accurate, each key point is quickly and accurately grasped, you're a rare talent."

  "Thank you for the compliment." Fang Yeyang smiled, his own articles were written in one breath, after finishing writing, he himself felt that if they were published like this, even if Lu Fei didn't die from anger, he would at least be crippled.

  It's just that when I speak, I get praised by the horse flying broker, but no matter how I listen, it sounds awkward.

  Fortunately, Li Jin explained it to him immediately.

  "Lai Dao Daily has been losing money for two years, and anyone with eyes can see that it will go bankrupt in a year or two. You're so capable, why don't you jump ship early and find a better job?" asked Li Jin.

  Look for a better job? That's easy to say, with your educational background, unless you go to a place worse than the Daily Island News, which media company would want a junior college graduate?

  It just so happens that this hits Fang Yueyang's sore spot, and he says: "What, is Manager Li saying this to introduce a job to me? Where? Art Song?"

  Li Jin was very good-tempered, even though he said it so impolitely, still smiling: "Not Artgo, but Weitian Media."

  Fang Yeyang's camera almost fell to the ground.

  "What did you say?" he asked in a low voice, "Are you kidding me?"

  Wei Tian Media, the country's top media group, has been leading the industry for thirty years. Five years ago, Wei Tian Media was rumored to be in crisis due to a financial storm, and Li had intended to acquire half of its shares. However, Wei Tian managed to avoid Li's acquisition through a financing deal at the last minute, continuing to stand tall in the industry.

  Even the recent "Black Whirlwind" gangster father incident only saw a massive shift in public opinion after the tone was changed by the authorities.

  All entertainers want to enter Yu Tian Group, even if it's just becoming one of many entertainers, it's still an honor.

  "This is no laughing matter." Li Jin pulled out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Fang Yuyang, "I took the liberty of sending your resume and article to the head of HR at Weitian. He's very interested in you after reading them and hopes to meet with you for a chat."

  Fang Yeyang took over the envelope, for the first time, he felt his hands trembling and couldn't hold things steady.

  The envelope was opened, and inside was an invitation letter. The top of the letterhead had the sky blue logo of the Weitian Group, in both Chinese and English, inviting him to a meeting at the Weitian headquarters at 2 pm this afternoon.

  It is 9:30 now.

  "You won't think I'm being too nosy, will you?" asked Li Jin with a smile.

  For no reason at all, Fang Yeyang suddenly felt that this smile was so piercing to the eyes.

  "Why?" Fang Yeyang gritted her teeth, "We were strangers before, and I even... wrote that article to slander Luo Fei. Why do you still want to help me?"

  "It's not right for a talented young person like you to be held back by some ridiculous reasons," said Li Jindao. "Besides, I have a good relationship with the HR director of Weitian, so it's just a matter of lifting my hand for me."

  "Get ready," Li Jin smiled and turned around, "Good luck."

  "I'll remember this!" Fang Yeyang looked at Li Jin's back, a thousand words stuck in her throat, and finally, she could only shout out one sentence with a hoarse voice.

  Li Jin's footsteps paused for a moment, raised his hand and made a "don't mind" gesture, then turned around and walked away.

  Li Jin walked all the way to the underground parking lot of Yi Ge Company, found his own car among many cars, opened the door and got in.

  Man, always gets lessons from continuous falling down, and walks further.

  The company's personnel disputes were handed over to Bai Fuming to resolve, and external problems were all taken on by him.

  Even if countless similar crises will appear in the future, Li Jin does not allow himself to be placed on such a life-and-death line again.

  Since he doesn't have the same privileged conditions as Shu Mu, let him start from scratch and gradually build up his own influence in the media circle.

  He raised his hand to adjust the rearview mirror, and in the rearview mirror, a young and ambitious face was reflected.

  He smiled at himself in the mirror, started the car, and with its good performance after maintenance, it slid out a beautiful arc on the ground and drove straight forward.

  At this moment, he still doesn't know that a conspiracy is quietly approaching him.